Chapter 17: Chapter 16 – Beginnings of a plot

Charlie yawned as he rubbed the side of his neck. The entirety of his body ached. Looking to his side, he saw the sprawled-out body of the Chiefess. She wore her nudity proudly as her arms were entangled around one of his. Placing a hand onto her head, he smiled down at the gorgeous woman. Lying back down, he decided it was best to allow her to make herself comfortable on him. Despite the domineering and violent nature of the Chiefess, she was simply just a gentle creature.

Without warning, the Chiefess throw an arm around Charlie. Growling slightly, she dragged him down into her chest. Wrapping her legs around his, she wrapped her arms around his torso. Rolling in her arms to face her, Charlie gently stroked her long, pitch black hair. A damp feeling started to spread across his chest. Looking down, he looked at the drool that now started to smother across his chest. He wanted to stop her, but there was still a lingering feeling of sympathy towards her.

It wasn’t that bad, he decided, he could let her sleep for a while longer. Hours past, and eventually the warmth of the Chiefess placed Charlie into a deep sleep. Smiling, the Chiefess opened her eyes and looked down to his sleeping face. For the past few hours, she had been waiting for him to wake, just so she could make him fall asleep again like this. Seeing such an adorable little face close its eyes and drift into a deep sleep made her heart flutter.

Watching him cuddle between her breasts, she smiled and nuzzled her face into his hair. Her friend. Ha, those words made her smile. She wasn’t fully aware of what friend meant as when she looked at in the translation book, she only read passages, but she knew it must have meant comradeship in some way. Her heart fluttered again as she thought of what he had said to her the night before. Taking revenge on that foul man was something both herself and tribe desired.

But she needed to wait. Only when Charlie was fully hers could he start doing anything daring. After all, if he was to try and do something daring against the Region Lord at the moment, there was little she could do to protect him. But when he was fully hers, then no one would dare to lay a finger on him. Holding him tightly, she placed a few more gentle kisses onto his head. Three days, in three days he would be hers. Until then they would just have to tolerate the Region Lord.

Her movements seemed to have disturbed the still slightly awake Charlie as his eyes dragged open and stared up at the Chiefess. Gently gripping his chin with her index and middle finger, she raised his face to look at her. Leaning down, she planted a soft kiss onto his lips. Smiling at his blush, she allowed him to move from her arms. Climbing out the bed, Charlie quickly pulled on his clothes.

“It’s early, and I would like to start getting some information that I think could help to handle the Region Lord,” Charlie said as he began to scavenge from around the bed his socks.

The Chiefess didn’t understand his words, but she easily guessed a few reasons why he was so eager to go. Going onto all fours like a wild animal, the Chiefess stalked up behind Charlie as he saw on the edge of the bed, putting on his shoes. Leaping like a wild animal, she tackled Charlie onto the floor. Annoyed her sudden attack, Charlie went to fight back, but was quickly pinned as she placed more loving kisses onto his neck and face.

“Fucking hell!” Charlie said as he tried to fight back against the vastly stronger warrior woman. Knowing he wouldn’t leave without being fully clothed, the Chiefess striped him of his shirt and trousers.

Throwing him back onto the bed, she moved to the little, wooden bedside table. Like most things in her hut this was also an imperial made commodity that she had recently traded for. An annoyed Charlie sat on her bed, knowing best that trying to leave would just end in him getting tacked again. Retrieving the translation book, she sat down by his side. Crawling until her body pressed against him, she flicked through the translation book.

Like usual, she translated and expertly memorised what she wanted to say before saying the full sentence to Charlie.

“No work yet, we wait, long time, but eventually better outcome when fighting bad region lord,” she said before beaming a smile at him.

Her messy black morning hair covered half her face, as she sat nude in front of him. Charlie sighed, despite her ragged appearance, he hopped she had something planned. Only for the next three days would he be in her tribe before he leaves to start his five-month long journey back to the capital.

“Yes, but I’m not here for long, (only three days in fact) and I need to start gathering any information from your people that could be of any use against the region lord,” Charlie pleaded. After repeating what he said one more time for the benefit of translation, the Chiefess finished translating what he had said to her.

“No, you place trust,” she said, leaning closer to him until their faces were only inches away, “We friends,” Her wide smile reassured him that she had some kind of plan in place.

“Friends,” he responded with.

“Bathe,” she responded as well as she jumped from the bed. Picking up his shoes, she threw them over to him. Pulling them on, he scrambled off the bed of furs after her. Stopping just before she left the hut, the Chiefess stopped as she realised, she only wore her paints but not her clothes or crown.

Once dressed, she placed her translation book into her leather pouch before leaving with Charlie. Chatters and muttered surrounded them as they walked through the village. Charlie kept close the Chiefess’s side as he tried to ignore the voices. After her show of flipping Klipesia the night before, it seemed as if no one dared to try and push her patients for the time being. Understandable, from what her remembered of the bloody scene, she at least broke her arm, if not a few other things.

After a while longer of walking, they got to a large fence. The fence was painted with red and white stripes and every here and there were painted images of naked tribal women with three tall feathers in their hair. The women were painted with wide hips and large, well-rounded breasts. Large painted images of birds with wolf heads sat next to the images of the women. All this combined gave Charlie a good idea of where this place was.

Following the fence, they got to two large wooden gates. Ten women in the same Vulture paints and revealing grass skirts, and exposed bare breasts, stood guard with large war spears at the gate. Seeing the Chiefess, the warriors stepped to the side. Their eyes kept locked onto Charlie as he walked through and into the compound.

A large wooden hut sat at the centre of the compound; several smaller huts also sat around it. Women went about their day washing clothes in small trots while others cooked and stored pieces of food that he recognised to be rations from merchants. Each woman wore the red and white stripes of paint to highlight their curves as well as three large feathers protruding from their hair.

Moving to the house, several women pulled back the large red cloth that hung over the door. Walking into the dimly lit hut, Charlie’s nostrils were immediately assaulted by the thick scent of seamen. After blinking for a while, he got used to the relative darkness of the room. Monotonous chanting and drums subtly filled his ears as walked further inside.

Walking through the hut, they reached a small room. Entering the room, Charlie’s eyes were immediately locked onto the young, bronze skinned man bound to a pole. He stood nude, the member tightly gripped in the hands of a woman in a tall, white, and red feather headdress. Around her arms, wrist, thighs, and anklets, she wore feather bands. Her body was painted white wither red lines and the symbols of feathers.

It didn’t take long for him to recognise her as Nolkonoe. Lazily putting her hands out to the side, she tiptoed around the man, swaying her hips slightly as she moved her arms in flapping motion. She did a few laps around the man before reaching his front.

“He Sacrifice to Goddess of sex and fertility. We give him drug, it turn pleasure to pain. It make good feel bad,” the Chiefess whispered in her broken English.

Moving to the front of the man, Nolkonoe dropped between his legs. Grabbing his already hard member, she began the yank at it. Smiling, she put a handout to the side as another woman, also wearing the same feather attire approached. As expected, to not be anywhere without her right-hand woman, Phukomeia handed a bowl of a thick, murky white substance to Nolkonoe.

Placing the bowl under the man’s cock, she began to roughly stroke him even faster. A few grunts and cries escaped the man’s lips as the drug activated. Charlie even noticed a few tears rolling down the sides of his face. A few spurts of seamen spewed into the bowl. Standing, she pressed her body against the man. Taking a second glance at the liquid, Charlie noticed now that the bowl had to be filled of seamen.

“Fuck…” He whispered, assuming the entire time the man was under the influence of the drug the Chiefess had mentioned, then ejaculating that much must felt agonising. Well ejaculating that much probably hurt in the first place but combined with the drug this man must have been praying for death. Seeing the look of sympathy on the face of Charlie, the Chiefess decided to inform him further on the ritual.

“He bad man. He rape and kill many warrior when he find out brother sacrificed to rain God. No feel bad, brother selected fairly and willing gave life to tribe,” the Chiefess whispered to Charlie as he watched Nolkonoe lock lips with the man.

Biting and nibbeling on his bottom lip, she forced him to open his mouth widely. Placing a few fingers into his mouth, she grabbed his tongue, forcing him to keep his mouth open. Charlie felt sick rise in his throat slightly as she then proceeded to pour the vast volume of seamen she had taken from the captive down his throat. Once all the seamen had left the bowl, trickled past her fingers, and into the man’s mouth, she casually handed the bowl back to Phukomeia.

Letting go of his tongue, she then quickly planted a hand over his mouth. The man gaged and tried to plead as he was forced to swallow his own cum. His struggles only increased as Phukomeia passed Nolkonoe one of the tribal white stone knives. The chants of the women grew louder as Phukomeia placed a fresh bowl against the neck of the man. Nolkonoe raised her knife to his neck. Throwing her arm back, she slit his throat. His blood splattered over her face and poured down his neck. Phukomeia collected the blood as his eyes rolled back and until they dropped forward again, lifeless.

Stepping back, she admired her handy work. Raising her blood-stained knife, she stabbed it into his chest. Tearing his chest open, she ripped his heart from his chest. The man was a rapist. Remember that Charlie, Charlie tried to think to himself as he did his best to suppress the urge to run from the blood-soaked women. Taking out the man’s heart, she placed it into the blow of blood. Turning, only now did she realise Charlie and her Chiefess stood in the doorway. Throwing her knife to the side, she placed her bloody hands behind her back.

Looking down like an embarrassing child, she tired her best to shove the bloody knife on the floor out of site. Remembering there was a bloody corpse behind her, she jumped before shuffling to the side to try and hide the body. Glancing to between her legs, Charlie saw the small puddle of blood starting to form at the feat of the man.

“Morning,” she said, a bright, yet awkward and wobbly smile on her face. Nodding Charlie looked to Phukomeia who was trying to sneak out the room with the bowl of blood.

“Good morning,” Charlie responded, deciding it was best to act as if he hadn’t seen anything.

The Chiefess and Charlie sat outside of the hut to the Vultures. Even with the language barrier, neither wanted to talk as they shuffled in place.

“He bad,” The Chiefess said, finally breaking the silence.

“I know,” Charlie quickly responded, just wanting to get whatever the Chiefess had brought him there for over with as quickly as possible. Putting a hand behind her back, she grabbed retrieved her translation book. Quickly ducking her head into the book, she ruffled through the pages.

“We leave if you like. I only come to take them to bathe with us,” the Chiefess said in her usual broken English.

“Its…Its fine,” Charlie said, keeping his eyes forward to avoid even catching a glance of the inside of the bloody building.

“I…” the Chiefess went through her book again.

“She…” she doubled checked her book again, not wanting to give him the wrong message.

“She get revenge without getting revenge. She got raped, she then kill bad rap man. Who isn’t the one who rape her, but is still very bad. She sacrifice him, also good as no need to sacrifice good person!” the Chiefess said, trying to get across a message to Charlie.

Nodding, he decided it was best stay silent. This was something serious, but her broken English didn’t exactly display it to him well. Unintentionally it almost mocked what had happened to Phukomeia and Nolkonoe; he understood this wasn’t her intention, and maybe it made him smirk a little and take his mind off what he had just seen.

Nolkonoe and Phukomeia exited from their hut, dressed now in their usual attire. Their awkward smiles greeted him.

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“I heard what she said,” Nolkonoe said, her eyes fixing onto Charlie. Stepping back and straightening his back, he readied to bow and offer an apology on her behalf.

“That was such a shit translation!” Nolkonoe said as she burst out into laugher. Charlie relaxed. Oh, thank God, she wasn’t angry. Laughing, Charlie took a few steps back as he let all tension leave him. The Chiefess smiled, she had purposely made her translation bad to try and get a laugh out of him and much to her joy it her plan had succeeded.

“Last night the Chiefess had come to talk to me. She said you saw me and the Region Lord…” Nolkonoe said, crossing her arms.

“I am so sorry,” Charlie said, bowing his head to her.

“I should have...” Nolkonoe placed a hand onto his head.

“No, not at all. I understand, but he pays incredibly well, and he doesn’t notice if a few coins go missing,” she said as she reached behind her back. Brining out a small leather purse, she past it over to Charlie. Taking the bag, Nolkonoe gestured him to open the bag.

“Fucking hell,” Charlie murmured as he saw the contents of the bag.

Ten, no, twenty, fucking hell maybe even thirty large gold coins sat in the bad. This was more money than he had ever see in his entire life of being raised as a merchant. This money was more than enough to buy at least thirty large, well-constructed, well-furnished houses in the imperial capital. Handing the bag back, he looked up to the smirking Nolkonoe.

“That fucking pig is rolling in it. But still…” her smile faded as she looked down, “I am one of the lucky (if there ever is such a thing in this situation) ones that gets paid. There are many who he forces to sleep with them, and even the ones who did it willingly, rarely see money. If I wasn’t the head of the Vultures, I probably wouldn’t have seen money. The Chiefess tells me you want to cause him harm,” gesturing to the gates of her compound, they began to walk.

“Let us begin out little talks,” Nolkonoe said as she moved to the gates. Looking to Phukomeia, he saw a look of murder in her eyes.

“And remember, if we kill him, I do it. He raped my sister, he raped me, And I’ll skin him alive,” Phukomeia said. Charlie felt a flutter in his chest. They were going to do it; they were going to begin to plot the downfall of the Region Lord.

Sighing, he allowed the water to take him. Watching the sacrifice and thinking, no, knowing that they were going to try and find a way to get back at the Region lord had set his mind a blaze with all ideas on what to do. This heat of passion seemed to have reflected itself onto his body as he relaxed in the cool water.

Looking to his side, the Chiefess and the two Vultures sat relaxed in the water. Each chatted and smiled to each other. Despite the vicious wolf like attitude they usually had, they seemed to happy. If he had seen them on a street in the imperial capital, he wouldn’t have thought them to have been anything different from a regular person.

Rape, human sacrifice, the hint that they potentially indulged in cannibalism, but he had yet to see for himself. Despite all this, they kept such a positive attitude. While several more Vultures Nolkonoe had invited got into the water and began to chat with the Chiefess, Nolkonoe noticed the gaze of Charlie who sat not to far from them. As the Chiefess had become distracted with joking about her bad translation and the sacred look on Charlie’s face, and furthermore the horrible attempts to hide their bloody sacrifice, he had slipped away from them and to another part of the pool.

Charlie tensed slightly as Nolkonoe swam to his side. Pressing her nudity against him, she placed a soft kiss onto his cheek.

“Relax, I won’t try anything. Especially in front of the Chiefess,” Nolkonoe reassured as she placed a soft kiss onto his cheek.

“Thanks… still though, I’m sorry,” he said. She immediately knew why he apologised.

“Relax, that pig of a man did very little to me. I am very only and have slept with countless men. Many fatter than him, many uglier, and many stronger, he was like… well a pig. Weak, stupid, fat,” Seeing that he still wasn’t calm, she placed another kiss onto his cheek.

“Calm your anger, Charlie. Be like warrior. Keep calm until it is time to strike. This is a long brewing battle, and it is not yours to fight. We are used to him forcing our women into his bed by now. He did it when he became Region Lord five years ago and he still does it not,”

“Yes, but you shouldn’t be!” Charlie snapped at Nolkonoe.

“Charlie!” She said back, seeing the look of anger and disgust swelling in his eyes.

“Sorry, I just… Fuck… I just… sorry I didn’t stop him, no matter his position,” he looked at her eyes as they narrowed at him.

“I said calm,” her voice was serious. Shrinking back, he nodded in understanding.

“We plan to get out vengeance on him. We can’t do anything physically, due to his position of power. But if there is something you can do, we shall be incredibly grateful. But don’t worry if you can’t, I am sure we can do something.” Nolkonoe said, a wide smile on her face.

“Have you tried reporting him to the union?” Charlie said, wanting to try and see what possibilities lay ahead of him.

“What?” Nolkonoe said, looking baffled to what he said.

“Report him, get him fired, sacked, gotten rid of,” Charlie said, only now realising the level of political low the natives had. They barely knew what powers they could enforce.

“Can I ask something? It may be a bit offensive or intrusive,” Charlie asked, seeing one of many things he could try to use to allow the women to achieve their victory.

“Anything,” She answered. Taking in a deep breath, he looked her in the eyes.

“How many times has he… forced you to have sex. And how many people has he done the same to, and if you know how many times,” Charlie said, hopping to not case offense, but also understanding what kind of territory he needed to tread on to bring the bastard down.

“Me? Twelve. He has slept with most of my fellow Vultures as well and I have lost track of how many times why have come to me crying that he had forced them to have sex and not even given them a single copper,” she said, glancing back to Phukomeia. She was one of his most often abused victims. Charlie nodded as he suppressed his anger and took in the information.

“Because of how the Imperial courts work, we can’t rely on the times you have been forced to have sex and given money after, or the times you have had sex in exchange for money. The courts would probably see it those as you had sex with him willingly (even if some of the times you didn’t), it’s a shitty law I know. But it’s how the imperial courts work,” Charlie paused as he saw the look of excitement on the face of Nolkonoe as she listened to his words. Despite the negatives, even the slightest chance of getting back at him sent termers of joy over her.

“Can I ask you something?” Charlie said, considering how brutal her tribe was, if she had ever partaken in any rituals where she had been the one to force someone into having sex.

“Have you ever raped anyone?” There was a moment of silence before her smile faded.

“Life here in the southern realm is brutal. But our tribe never goes to war unprovoked by something unforgivable or necessary. I have only raped a few men and some women. But they were enemy warriors like the one you saw me sacrifice. They were people, no, monsters who I have seen eat children, ones who I have seen pluck out the eyes of my friends, my mothers, I feel no regret or pity in raping them and torturing those who dare to harm my people.” She said, a sound of patriotism in her voice as she looked sternly at Charlie. She loved her people. She was willing to do anything for them. Charlie couldn’t help but still feel as if he wanted to help her even more now that he saw how far she was willing to go.

She told the truth. But she did leave out the Chiefess and others of the tribe. Rape only ever happened during sacrifices or when a woman was claiming another woman or man as their partner. These things were understandable, necessary evils to her, but she doubted the sweet hearted Charlie would understand her. Their people had done things that would shake him to his core, but as such was the lives, they lived in such a dog-eat-dog world of the southern realm.

“I see…” Charlie stayed quite for a few seconds. Weighing up his options to still help her or not.

She was both a victim and an aggressor. But she did say she only ever did it to bad people. But then again bad people were still people, and maybe they only ever did it because they were like her and needed to in their own fucked up morals. Seeing him trying to weigh up the two evils and decided which was lesser, helping or not helping. She saw an opportunity to have him both relax and take easy time to get to know their options.

“I can see you are trying to decide whether or not you want to help. For the next three days, think about it, please,” she said, placing another soft kiss onto his cheek. Charlie moved away from her slightly.

“I don’t think you understand, I’ll be gone in three days,” Charlie said as he looked her in the eyes. In response she only smiled and began to drag him back towards the group of women.

“I think you will be staying,” she said with a smile before pulling him into the group of women.

 

 

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